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yeah boy, i love flavor flav

I admit a lot of things here that I probably should not. I have a feeling that’s what keeps you all coming back for more. Here we ago again.

I’m watching Flavor of Love 2. It’s quite possibly the biggest trainwreck I’ve been privy to watching on TV. As far as I know, there have only been two episodes. I’m in the middle of the second one right now.

In the first episode, Flavor Flav gave all 20 girls nicknames, because he can’t remember their real names. Viewers get to watch brief confessionals of girls Flav’s nicknamed Hood (who says she’s from Compton), Nibblz (who was almost nicknamed Tyson, because she has the same lisp as Mike Tyson), and Buckwild (a waitress whose currently on probation for fighting and whose last serious boyfriend was 70 years old). Can you see where the entertainment value is already?

The rest of the girls in the house are just as entertaining as the next. Especially Somethin’. She shat on the steps of Flavor Flav’s house at the end of the first episode. Did I mentioned this was quality entertainment?

Now, I’m watching the 2nd episode. It starts out with the girls in a party bus, complete with stripper pole. Now Flav’s picked three of the girls to join him for dinner. Dinner is a bucket of chicken from KFC. Yeah, I’m probably going to love this show.

let’s analyze it

Oh, I totally had a dream this morning.

I was helping my dad and my uncle Pete load up a Uhaul truck full of mattresses. We worked for a while and then decided to take a lunch break. We headed into this small deli-type place, where we ordered turkey sandwiches.

I was soon eating by myself, when I looked up and noticed David Ortiz was in the corner. Clearly we were in Boston.

I finished eating and went to throw my trash away when I noticed Nomar Garciaparra. He was walking towards the door, and because Nomar and I are best friends (at least in my dream), I said in my best Jimmy-Fallon-Bostonian-accent, “See ya around, Nomah”.

Of course, he waved as he walked out the door. And at the same time, I happened to turn around and notice Erika sitting at a table reading a book.  See? I was clearly in Boston. I told her about my recent Nomar encounter, and as we looked out the window at him, he waved and threw up some rock hands. What’d I say?  Nomar and I are tight.

Erika and I went back to chat for a while, and then I woke up when it thundered and I got a text message all at the same time.